video » "Pet Adoption" From "Charming Not Sincere" blog of Rebecca Atherton » Entry 0.01

[insincerecharm]

[The video starts with Becks beaming and giving a quick wave to the audience. Nothing about her looks awkward, if anything, addressing a group of strangers via a video channel looks like it's the most natural thing in the universe.]

Hey, guys. Becks, here, checking in. I've been doing that settling thing, getting used to the job and the whole-- [There's a flourish of one hand.] being alive again. Weird thing, that. Waking up from dead. [There's the tiniest, surprised shift on her face.] And not the usual way! Don't get me wrong, I love that I didn't wake up a shambling undead mess. That's great, but you know-- unexpected.

[There's a beat and she gives a facial shrug before she's distracted by something off-screen, that gives a soft, but not quite menacing, growl.

"Stop it. No, you can't do that, leave it alone. You--"

She sighs and disappears from view for a moment before returning with her arms full of a sleek, black cat. Or it is definitely in the cat family, bigger than your average domestic cat, but not by much-- he might be the size of cocker spaniel? His branched tail swishes and he headbutts Becks under the chin, and the bones near his front paws are just visible at the bottom edge of the video.]

This is Spike. I got him at the auction at the swear-in. He's still learning how to be a pet, but he's doing pretty good at only a week into his new living arrangements. If I could just get him to quit trying to use the bed as a scratching post!

1O 👶 TEXT;

[pillz]

(tw offensive language, false allegations of domestic violence, mh)

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recent victmi of domestic abuse
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[Video]

[lonered]

[This is new for Keith. He monitors the network, of course, too paranoid not to pay attention to everything that's going on around him, but actually posting something? It's out of his comfort zone. It's the vlog all over again.

So he looks awkward, like he can't believe he's actually doing this. But he is. He's still wearing the green apron that makes up his uniform (the Moonbucks logo just barely visible in frame), mullet tamed back into a little ponytail. He's got a coffee in his hands, and he's tucked himself at a table back in the far corner of the cafe he works in. He's on break.]

Is it really that bad if someone spells your name wrong on a coffee cup? I mean, the drink's right. I always get the drink right. Isn't that the important part?

[Someone has had a few complaints apparently.] It's loud and busy in here. How am I supposed to hear the difference between Bob and Bog? ...Bog could be a name. I know I've met a Bog.

[They were an alien, but that is not the point. He spreads his hands in a "see? a point!" gesture. And in this gesture he uncovers his own name written on his cup. Somehow he's left off the "h" and and scrawled the "t" in such a way that it looks more like a "f" and anyway, he's currently drinking a coffee that belongs to "Keif."

This problem goes deep.

Anyway.]

Sometimes I think this job isn't a great fit. Also I'm pretty sure I'm going to smell like pumpkin spice for the rest of my life. There's not even any pumpkin in it.

[Keith's having that kind of day.

Anyone who wants to catch him in person at work, feel free to find him brooding into his coffee on his break. And feel free to have been personally victimized by Keith's inability to get names right on coffee orders.]